A gray afternoon in spring with puddles in the cobbles at the entrances of alleys we walked up Lombardy. Jennifer shouted to us from her balcony. I pulled my BB gun from beneath the elastic of my shorts and in one quick motion had it pointing skyward towards her. She shrieked, probably an instant of brief terror, before she remembered we had those stupid guns.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Origins pt. 8
A gray afternoon in spring with puddles in the cobbles at the entrances of alleys we walked up Lombardy. Jennifer shouted to us from her balcony. I pulled my BB gun from beneath the elastic of my shorts and in one quick motion had it pointing skyward towards her. She shrieked, probably an instant of brief terror, before she remembered we had those stupid guns.
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